Vorakhan is a broad-shouldered cobalt-scaled half-dragon whose scales carry a dull metallic sheen, like polished ore left beneath volcanic dust. Sweeping bronze horns curve backward from his brow and are capped with small brass rings engraved with shipment tallies. He moves with a measured, slightly forward-leaning gait, planting each step as though testing a bridge before trusting it. In a crowded room, his eyes rarely settle on faces. They travel instead over doorways, hands, crates, roof beams, and escape routes, then return to the speaker with unnerving precision. His presence suggests a siege engine disguised as a civil servant. The contradiction is in his hands, which are remarkably gentle and dexterous, capable of repairing a snapped clasp or turning the pages of a clan ledger without creasing them.